Urination Orientation

Raymond Foley is a victim.

Sure, in past eras far less enlightened and tolerant as this current gilded age, Foley might be considered a menace to society—a creep even. But we know better now. We know people just can’t control their urges, and to demand otherwise is a Neanderthal concept right out of the stone (tablet) age.

Foley was born with something that compels him to act out in ways some segments of our society still clinging to their guns and religion condemn. But what Foley doesn’t need is judgment. Foley needs understanding.

Foley, 59, was recently charged with second degree mischief for simply being who he is. Who is Foley?

Foley is a chair-wetter.

According to police in Iowa, Foley was looking up his fellow female employees in the Farm Bureau company database. If he found the woman attractive he would then go to her desk after hours and urinate on her empty chair.

For months several female employees were complaining about a strange scent emanating from their chairs. Eventually it was discovered the smell was that of urine, and the urine was Foley’s.

Once forced to come out of the closet, Foley clearly felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders because he voluntarily surrendered to police. No longer having to hide who he is, Foley is willing to accept responsibility for his admittedly odd actions. We can only hope that Foley will simultaneously seek to raise awareness of them as well.

That’s because Foley is just the most high-profile example of the latest progressive form of self expression. Foley, like an increasing number of Americans, has discovered he has a urination orientation.

Shamed by society, folks like Foley have been forced to act on their urges in the shadows. Whether it’s urinating on empty chairs or perhaps over-indulging their senses via depictions of urination on adult websites, Foley and others like him are being denied their right to urinate.

It is, after all, the way they were made. All of us have the desire to urinate. It’s part of our base nature. But where does someone else get off (so to speak) telling someone else what form that urination must take? Or even where that urination must take place?